Like I said I’ve never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them. Stupig.

I remember all that part so very clearly. And I remember a little later wondering why things always turn out to be diametrically opposed to what you expect them to be. It’s no good even trying to predict what this opposite will be because it always fools you and turns out to be the opposite of that, if you see what I mean. If you think this is geometrically impossible all I can say is that you don’t know my life.

The best way out is always through.

That is me.

I rise.